A/N: This story is finally updated! My muse ran away for a while, but now it's back. This chapter deals with a surprise for Flack and Angela, and So You Think You Can Dance is involved too.

I don't own CSI NY or So You Think You Can Dance. I only own the original characters.

Reviews always welcome

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Cause they said they'd stop the fighting
And they said they would bring peace
And they said they'd find a serum that can cure all our disease.
And they said they'd house the homeless
And put black and white in tune
And they said they'd feed a hungry child
And I hope it's someday soon

Someday Soon- Great Big Sea

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It’s terrible sometimes. The amount of crime that goes on in the city… it almost feels like I hardly see my husband at all. He tries to be home as often as possible, but sometimes it just doesn't happen. When he doesn't come home Charlotte doesn't sleep. She's afraid she'll never see her Daddy again.

I don't blame her. There are times where I'm scared that I won't see Don again. Sure, I understand that as a detective he has a job to do, and he tries to do it the best he can, but sometimes it's so difficult to live with it. It's a risk he takes every time he walks out the door and goes to work.

I remember the day there was an explosion in the lab and a piece of debris pinned him to the hood of his squad car. It was the day I almost lost him for the second time, and I saw in him all the things I'd seen in him the first day I met him. He refused to give up, because he told me that he loved Charlotte and I too much to let go, to give up.

As I sat with him in the hospital holding his hand, I remember signing into his hand and begging him to squeeze my hand if he could hear me. When he finally did I cried tears of joy. I was so elated that he had come back to me that I couldn't help but cry.

Suddenly I felt vibrations through the floor. The door had opened and in came Charlotte and Don. Charlotte held a paper bag in her hands.

“Hi...” I smiled and went to them. I wrapped my arms around Don's neck and kissed him.

Charlotte balked. She didn't like her parents making “kissy face” at each other.

I laughed.

“What if I told you something amazing?” I signed.

Don's face dropped.

“What?” he signed back.

Suddenly I wasn't sure that I wanted to tell him. How would he react? Hopefully as well as he had when I told him about Charlotte, but with all the things going on in the city right now, were we ready?

“Oh, never mind...” she shook her head.

“No really, what is it?” Don signed again. “You said it was something amazing, what is it?”

I smiled. “I'm late...”

Don nearly fainted. “Wait, you're what?”

“I'm late,” I repeated. It was true... I was a week late. Something had to be wrong... well, not wrong, more like different. Yeah, let's say different.

“Did... did you go to your doctor?” he stuttered.

“Tomorrow,” I answered, not signing this time. “I have an appointment after I drop Charlotte off at daycare tomorrow morning.”

“I'm coming with you.”

“But... aren't you on call tomorrow?”

“I can always talk to the Captain,” he answered. “He'll understand.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. That was my detective... always one step ahead of me, and the criminals he dealt with everyday. In fact, just a few months ago he told me about this one case he was working with Mac where there was no primary crime scene, no suspects, and evidence without context. Nothing could ever faze Mac, but it was getting Don all worked up. That night I felt him tossing and turning, hitting his pillow over and over again.

“Sweetie, what's wrong?” I shook his shoulder and whispered to him.

“Can't sleep,” he answered, reading his lips. “This case Mac an' me are workin' is driving me up the wall.”

“Tell me,” I signed sleepily.

“Ah baby,” he signed. “Honey, I can't.”

“We promised we wouldn't hide anything from each other, why can't you tell me?”

“I don't know enough, there isn't enough evidence, there's no primary crime scene, I'm just so... damn... frustrated!”

I pulled him close to me and kissed him. I felt the same way when he was in the hospital from the explosion. I couldn't stop myself from feeling like I was insignificant. There wasn't anything I could do for him. I sat right by his hospital bed, kept vigil, kept the ice packs on his eyes so the swelling would go down, let him know that I wasn't going to leave.

When he asked me why he hadn't died in that explosion, I felt my heart break into pieces. I could hardly believe that he thought I would be better off without him. I could only reassure him that I loved him, and that if Charlotte and I didn't have him I don't know what we would've done.

That night, as Don regailed me with the tale of this suspectless case, I cut him off once again with a solid kiss, but this time, it didn't stop there.

Our kisses became even more passionate as he gently lifted me and lifted my night shirt over my head. Sooner than I expected, my bra was unhooked and in the corner of the room, and the next morning I awoke with my husband on top of me.

So that was why I was headed to the doctor. I had to know... Charlotte had often told us that she wanted a baby brother. If it wasn't for Christmas, then she wanted a baby brother for her birthday, Easter; Halloween; Memorial Day; Thanksgiving, any holiday. In fact, it didn't matter what holiday, she just wanted a baby brother. She even had a name for her baby brother: Pasha. Pasha Donaldovich Flack.

“Where did she come up with that?” Don laughed as he looked at the piece of paper Charlotte had written the suggestion on when she was in bed. We were downstairs in the living room together, talking this possibility over.

“There's a little boy at the daycare whose father is Russian,” I explained. “He told her that in Russian families the children's middle name is the father's first name with -ovich or -evna added at the end...” I waited for his reaction. “And she's been watching So You Think You Can Dance.”

His brow furrowed. He didn't understand what So You Think You Can Dance was.

“Honey, it's this dance show that she and I watch on Wednesdays, and Pasha is this very graceful Russian dancer. He's her favourite dancer on the show, that's why she thinks it's such a great name.”

Don nodded, but I could tell that he wasn't convinced.

“Pasha Flack?” he asked. “I'm sorry, Angela, but I just don't see it.”

I giggled. “Well, we don't even know if I'm actually pregnant. And if I am, we still don't know the sex...”

He kissed me quickly and held me by the arms. “I love you, Angela.”

“I love you too,” I waited until he pulled away from me. “My appointment is at 9AM tomorrow. Meet me there?”

“I wouldn't miss it,” Don kissed me again and carried me up the stairs to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.